[@hatakekuro]Travis clenched his teeth so hard he snapped the stick left from the corn dog he had been eating.

"Arrrgh!" He slammed both hands down on the table, causing his nachos to tremble for a moment, and stood up angrily. He raised one fist...then pointed at Hans in challenge.

"Alright already, quit [b]harp[/b]ing on me! It's obvious by this point that you're just [b]wing[/b]ing it!" He had done it. There was no going back now.

"If anybody in Golem's Hand heard those lame jokes, they'd be completely [b]stone[/b]-faced! What's worse, most of them are just the same play on bones, you [b]numbskull[/b]! You've got to diversify if you want to [b]stand-up[/b] in the world of comedy!" What...what was this feeling, coursing through his veins? This...sickening giddiness? Was this what it was like to give in to the madness, and lose oneself in the insight of elder gods?

"I have to admit, some of those bad puns may have [b]groan[/b] on me, but even for you they're too [b]bare bones[/b]! And I can't believe you had the [b]gala[/b] to involve our festival in it!" Now it was time for the finishing blow! Triumphantly, Travis brandished his last corn-dog, pointing the fried snack at Hans like a sword.

"Even my [b]dawg[/b] here thinks you're too [b]corny![/b]"

[i]My soul is forever damned.[/i]